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In the bedroom on the second floor of the Bie Ye Pavilion, the pale woman was still asleep.
Heavy snow whistling outside the window.
Suddenly, black shadows slowly penetrated through the crack of the door like insoluble ink, and a moment later, a pair of exquisite black boots with totem embroidery slowly stepped into the side room hung with bead curtains. .
There was no temperature in the cold room, his footsteps slowed down, his fingers moved slightly, and a black ground fire was summoned, and the room suddenly felt scorchingly warm.
Stretching out her hand to lift the gauze curtain between the beds, Su Mu glanced at her. Her face was already extremely pale, but in such a cold and dark night, she looked even paler and more fragile at this moment.
Her left shoulder was pierced, probably because she was afraid that she would move around in a coma and her clothes would stick to the wound. The maid who applied the medicine took off all her thick blouse, leaving only a loose obscene clothes. It's been half of spring, but you can still see her thin shoulders that are slightly oozing blood.
He was silent, with black tides in his eyes.
This night, the Bie Ye Hall was always in a very strange and quiet atmosphere.
It was midnight.
A young man suddenly walked towards this side with very light steps. His steps were not fast, but strangely brought a gust of wind. In the blizzard and confusion, it seems that he can only see the corner of his white clothes for a moment.
It's the young man playing dice.
However, it seemed that he noticed that the guards outside the other night hall seemed to be surprisingly quiet tonight, the young man stopped suddenly, and almost imperceptibly retracted the dice in his hand that he was about to throw.
The night was dark, with no stars to be seen, and no wind—only the quiet snow falling tirelessly, which was inexplicably sad.
The young man's eyes slowly became solemn, his brows were tightly frowned, and for a moment, he took a deep breath, reached out to catch a snowflake, his fingertips were soaked in blood, and skillfully controlled a purple talisman that he carried with him. The paper was thrown in.
The purple talisman paper was floating in the air as if it would never land. At the same time, his eyes seemed to light up. The talisman floated slowly through the crack of the door into the quiet bedroom. However, the young man was shocked, as if he saw something that made him very unbelievable.
The black ground fire in the room was faintly burning, and he couldn't detect it from the outside. He saw a thin gauze hanging over the bed, but what made his heart skip a beat was—beside a pair of women's embroidered shoes under the bed, There was actually a pair of black boots worn by men neatly placed.
How could there be men's shoes under Ye Ning's bed?
He controlled the talisman to fly higher, and he could vaguely see the scene on the bed. He guessed that there might be two people lying on this bed right now. It's just that in the thin veil, he did see a woman lying on the outside, with a white halo on her body, but he couldn't see anything inside, because there was a veil in the middle of the bed, in the dark night Like an invisible hand, the bed is divided into two parts.
The talisman slowly approached the bed silently in the air.
In the cold night, it seemed that someone was chuckling coldly.
"Have you seen enough?"
The talisman trembled slightly, and before it could fly out of the room, it was burned to ashes by the ground fire and slowly fell to the ground.
Two lines of blood and tears dripped from his eyes. The young man knelt down on the snow in pain. The moment the talisman was completely burned to ashes, he saw a man in a black robe standing barefoot on the floor beside the bed. , because of the angle, only the long hair hanging down and a chin as pale as a dead man can be seen.
The strange arc of the flying jaw made him feel like falling into an ice cave for a moment.
The young man covered his eyes, and had no choice but to throw out the only life-saving talisman—a black talisman that could make him disappear from the spot in an instant: a substitute talisman.
I don't know how long it took, the night returned to silence again, the few drops of bright red on the snow had already been covered by snow, but there was a little paper kite in place.
I don't know how long it took, but the wind picked up outside the house.
Ye Ning felt very cold at first in the mist, but for some reason, the surroundings gradually warmed up. She clenched her hands unconsciously, but suddenly felt a cold and soft touch.
Her eyelashes fluttered and she finally woke up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the layer of white light floating on her body. She was taken aback, then turned her head with difficulty, but only saw a white gauze, and there seemed to be a person lying on the other side of the gauze. Her eyes sank all of a sudden, and she wanted to stretch out her hand to tear off the gauze curtain, but before she could move, she saw that she was already holding someone else's hand in her hand.The joints are distinct, white and slender, it is a man's hand.
An extremely slender ring was also worn on the middle finger of that hand.
She gasped, thinking how could she be so unrestrained in a coma, but after a closer look, she found that the white light on her body was continuously transmitted from that hand to her whole body.
She felt that her wound had already stopped bleeding, and she didn't feel much pain, but she was very dizzy, probably because she had bled too much before.
She didn't dare to move her hand, and kept holding his hand in a stiff posture. When she felt the warmth of the ground fire from nowhere in the air, she finally knew who the person lying next to her was.
While she was relieved, she subconsciously grasped that hand tightly. When she opened her eyes and looked into the darkness, she couldn't help thinking, why are his hands so cold? As if it were really the hands of a dead man.
Thinking about it, she remembered the dream she had when she was in the ruins of the Ye family.
His mind became dizzy, and his vision suddenly turned blood red.
In the blood red, she seemed to see the man with stunning face again.
He was slowly walking towards her bed, his figure was like a piece of paper, without the slightest sense of three-dimensionality, his face was pale and bloodless, as if he had just been fished out of a flour vat, but his lips suddenly turned bright red .
Her eyes couldn't help turning red, and she gently pulled away the gauze that blocked her sight.
He stood there straight and stiff, looking at her lifelessly with a pair of particularly dark eyes, stretched out a hand towards her with dull movements, and opened and closed his bright red lips.
A bone-chilling voice immediately penetrated into her ears, "Ye Ning."
Cold words seem to be able to freeze time.
She looked at the familiar slender and white hand, and handed her hand over tremblingly, her voice choked slightly, "I'm hereI've already remembered."
"Really? Can you still recognize me—" He pulled his hand away suddenly, almost taking her off the bed, his stiff tone suddenly became cold, "Since I've already left, why do you still want me?" return?"
"Since I remembered it, I should come back and take a look and do what I should do." She sat up slowly, stood up straight and wanted to touch his face, "But why do you only do it in dreams? If you recognize me, you will recognize who you are"
In the dark night, her face was equally pale, and her tone was anxious and trembling.
"How did you become like this?"
The cold and slender hand hurt from her grip, and he felt something dripping from her face. He seemed to be scalded, and he took several steps back.
She couldn't touch his face, but the lifeless face and the bone-chilling temperature made her voice sink all of a sudden, "You're dead, right? Who killed you?"
There was a strange expression on his stiff face, which seemed to be painful and joyful. After a long silence, a long and self-deprecating murmur slowly floated in the air, "It's none of your business."
"do not go——"
The red color in the sight suddenly faded like a tide, and the gauze curtain rose without any wind.
She opened her eyes, and the surroundings were quiet. She was clearly the only one on the bed, and there was no one else.
Touching the drenched skirt, her heart skipped a beat—it was clearly not her clothes.
A black embroidered robe covered her shoulders. It was a men's style she had never seen before, and the inconspicuous corners were carefully outlined with blood-red bright totems.
? The texture is soft and comfortable, exuding a special, very faint aroma. It turned out to be a bit like the smell of floating aloes in the sea of ??sleep. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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